I followed the same rules; I incorporated the 8 words provided for the theme within the piece.
hidden
quest
hunt
trace
rove
scour
pursue
comb
Life is spent searching...
seeking wealth,
on the hunt for fame,
scour mountains for enlightenment,
comb through books for a better reality.
Some things are hidden,
it is our responsibility to go out and find them.
Humans have always been obsessed with quests.
From the Holy Grail,
to finding Nirvana.
We pursue the things we can never attain
because if not that, what is the purpose of life?
Many rove through the wilderness
as if survival in the raw elements proves something.
And if we do find our goal?
What will we turn our focus on next?
There is always something else.
Once more we will be on the search,
tracing every lead back to its source.
Never satisfied.
Happiness always at your fingertips,
but never in your grasp.
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